Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.